Cover

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Frontmatter

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Contents

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p. v

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Acknowledgements

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pp. vii-viii

This memoir is excerpted from my doctoral dissertation. During the ten years it took me to conceive, research, write, and find a publisher, many people encouraged me by sharing their own stories and affirming the...

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Prologue

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pp. 1-5

My body signifies many stories. My female body,which is to say my brain, my heart, my soul, my flesh, my physiognomy, and my spirit, all are marked by events of the past into which I was born. It is the past of the...

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Chapter 1 Early Childhood Memories, 1947–50

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pp. 6-33

One day, a fateful day, sometime in the fourth year of my troubled infancy, as I was just recovering from the asthma that nearly took my life, something particularly terrible happened to My Aunt Joyce and me.1 The...

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Chapter 2 Louisiana Blues, circa 1950–54

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pp. 34-73

Eutedra must have grown tired of Cee’s lying and bullying. She must have resented the way in which Cee brought his three children into her dwelling as if he had brought three gifts. For her purposes, the only way they could...

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Chapter 3 Life and Schooling in May Pen, circa 1955–62

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pp. 74-108

I came back to May Pen in 1955, some eight years after that unhappy day when my father snatched me away. Some of the old places remained, some were new, and others were gone. I recognized several buildings...

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Chapter 4 Clarendon College, Chapelton, January 1960–July 1961

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pp. 109-149

In January 1960, my dream to attend Clarendon College in Chapelton came true. I was happy. Certainly, I would have liked to attend a more prestigious high school, such as St.Andrew’s or St.Hugh’s, but this was never...

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Chapter 5 Becoming a Teacher: Mico College, 1962–65

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pp. 150-192

So if I could not continue at the bank, then where would I go? I considered nursing or secretarial work, but they were not for me. In high school, I had failed miserably at shorthand and typing. I still cannot type...

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Epilogue

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pp. 193-195

Coming to the end of researching and writing this memoir, I am forced to reflect upon the overwhelming dominance, wealth, and power of the British empire of my youth on the one hand.While, on the other hand...

Notes

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p. 196

Bibliography

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pp. 197-198